Category: tlc phonesex

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Baybeee, come closer. I have a little secret I want to share with you. When we’re getting intimate, I imagine my big juicy titties wrapped around your head as you worship them… Does that sound crazy to you? I’ve been dreaming of suffocating you with my massive melons for so long now. To feel your face completely concealed between my pillowy soft breasts, gasping for air while you motorboat my cleavage. Mmmm, the thought alone makes me tingle!

My babycakes, I know you adore my girls. The way they spill out of my lacy bras, just begging to be squeezed. Well imagine them squeezing the life out of you instead! Hehe, oh, the twisted games we could play together. I’d lean over you in bed, letting my boobs dangle tantalizingly above your face. Then WHAM! Planted right on your head like a big titty helmet.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

“I can cum to the sound of your voice” he whispers. “It’s sexy and sultry. And it makes my dick so freaking hard. You don’t even have to be saying anything sexual. It’s just your voice. No one has ever had this effect on me before. How do you do this?” He whispered. I giggled. “No, I’m serious. Your voice echoes through my mind. And I keep getting drawn back for more. I can’t stay away. I’ll be sitting in the middle of a business meeting, and your voice will keep playing through my mind like a broken record. I can’t stop it. No matter how hard I try. And my dick will literally start getting hard. Just at the thought of your voice. So I sit in meetings getting harder and harder. By the time it’s finally over, I have a huge, obvious boner in my pants. It’s so embarrassing. Because my coworkers are probably wondering what on earth or who during the meeting gave me a hard on.”

“That’s when I go back to my office. I lock the door and close the blinds. Then I call you.”

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

My boyfriend’s company party got really crazy, real fast. His boss’ wife “Paris” was very sweet. We were all mingling  and she was introducing me to people. Meanwhile, my boyfriend was in a deep conversation with his boss. Paris and I were soon headed to the powder room. She started getting really friendly. Then she asked me over for dinner the following weekend. I told her that I would talk to my boyfriend. She then explained that she wanted it to be just the two of us. I was caught off guard and wasn’t sure what to say. She asked for my number to text to my plans. So I gave her my number. I told my boyfriend about it and his response was that his job was of utmost importance and that making his boss and his boss’ wife happy was the priority. I agreed. It was very clear that I had to do whatever it took to keep Paris happy. So I accepted her invitation for dinner the following weekend.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Finals week was hitting hard and I was starting to lose my mind. Torrents of notes flooded my brain 24/7, begging for a study break. That’s when I had an epiphany – why not take a study break and turn up the heat with some sexy fun? I mean, exam anxiety can really dampen the mood, right?

I pondered my options and my eyes landed on two of my favorite dorm bros, Jake and Ethan. They were both total studs, always down for a good time. I pinged them on Insta, proposing a chill hangout sesh. Little did they know they’d be in for a wild ride.

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Janet 1-844-332-2639 EXT 456

I’m so damn bored! Sitting in this house with no one but my cucky boy toy is driving me hella crazy! So I need some fun and I need it right now! Something wild and crazy. I can’t wait another second to get my pussy wet. There are a few friends I like to play with. I call them my spanking boys. My good little boys that love to be bent over and spanked. Normally I would only call them one at a time but that’s not going to cut it today. I want them all.

So I call them and they are all down for a spanking. My cuck boy won’t be left out of the fun though. He’s been bored too so I’ll be a good cucktress and let him in on my fun too. Lining all my boys up across my bed. Four of them are right next to each other. Hands tied behind their backs. Gags in their mouths. Feet bound tight and connected to the bed frame. These boys are going nowhere. And there will be no screaming for help either.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 45

Hey there, besties. It’s your girl with the tightest pussy on campus and I’m back to tease you some more. You wish you could slide your dirty fingers into my pink little pussy, don’t you? Mmm I’ve seen how you look at me – undressing me with your eyes, imagining all the nasty things you’d do to this hot young body if you had the chance. Well too bad, so sad!

You’ll never get to touch my perfect tits, bite my nipples, spread my cheeks, or tongue my clit. Only real men get to experience goddesses like me. And trust me, you’re far from it. All you’ll ever get is to goon to my pics and voice you pathetic simps.

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Janet 1-844-332-2639 EXT 456

I think my baby really needs to be turned into mommies little slave boy. Yep I’ve been thinking about it and I think what you really need is some discipline and you need to be punished when you do bad things. You need to learn to love your baby self and I think if mommy turns you into her baby slavey then we will be right on track. I even got my baby a slave collar to wear. Instead of a loop for a leash like a normal collar would have it have a pacifier on it. So cute too. You have been doing something so naughty mommy has been so upset about it with you.

I know you try so hard not to use your diapers for what their for. You hold in your messes until you cant hold them anymore and then you make a big wet and stinky mess. So from now on in your bottle you are going to be taking some medication that will make you have to go more often. That way you wont be able to hold it so much. I’m just trying to help you my wee little slave baby.

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Torri 1-844-332-2639 Ext 204

It’s time for my brother to come down for a little visit. I love when he comes to visit. I always get to bunk with him and this is no sleepover. We stay up all night. Not talking though we have a bit more fun than that. I love it because he always comes without his wife. She hates us and that’s all fine by me. That just means I get my brother all to myself. This time is a little different though. My brother really upset me. I overheard him telling his friends about me. They don’t know the kinds of things we do together.

He would never tell anyone that. But he did tell his friends that he thinks I’m an easy fuck. That I would probably fuck anything with a heartbeat if I thought there was something in it for me. Now this is actually very true. And I don’t mind it one bit. But come on you’re my brother don’t be talking bad things about me to your friends. When we have our fun late at night he always says things in the moment. How he loves it.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It’s DAY OF THE HEAD, baby. That’s right, the day where I worship your wonderous cock. Because today is all about giving you the best damn blowjob of your life.

I’m the goddess who kneels before your altar, ready to take your entire length down my throat. The pressure on your dick from my tight lips and tongue is a heaven you’ve never experienced before.

It’s a celebration of my oral skills and the joy I get from gazing up at you in adoration as I service you. Watching the bliss on your face as I deepthroat your cock, gagging and sputtering on your meat. Mmm that sound never gets old. My throat is your happy place and your happy place is the second my tongue wraps around your prick.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

My third session with Dr. Jenson started off like any other. I laid myself bare, opening up about my deepest insecurities and anxieties. He listened intently, jotting down notes and offering words of comfort as any good therapist would. But then something shifted. His eyes lingered on my body just a bit too long as I spoke about my troubled past.

I felt vulnerable, my guard down in that moment. I know now that he sensed this, saw an opportunity to exploit my fragility. “Let me help you feel better,” he purred, setting aside his notepad to turn in his chair towards me. His hand slid up my bare thigh and I froze.

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